sav jamison


what's this feeling
I can't explain it
but it feels great
to breath fresh air
to run around
and roll on the grass
to wim and dive
to jump and vounce
to move my arms and legs
to sit or stand
to sing or talk
to yell or whisper
to feel the breeze and smell the flowers
to climb and fall
to love or hate
i know with it is
this feeling that is
its freedom and its finally mine.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 7, 2010

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